And now tell me about that paladin, your general.

Peste, what a man! And you are one of his aides de camp?
Why, if he drags you about everywhere with him, you must lead the life of a dog." "When I last heard of the general he was at Valencia," Jack said.

"But that was ten days since." "Ten days!" the Frenchman said; "then by now he may be in London, or in Rome, or at Paris." "With the wind favoring him he might be at Rome, but he could scarcely have arrived at either London or Paris." "There is no saying," the French officer laughed.

"Has he not three leagued boots, and can he not step from mountain to mountain?
Does he not fly through a storm on a broomstick?
Can he not put on a cap and make himself invisible?
For I can tell you that our soldiers credit him with all these powers.

Can he not, by waving his hand, multiply three hundred men into an army, spread them over a wide extent of country, and then cause them to sink into the ground and disappear?
Our soldiers are convinced that he is in league with the evil one, even if he be not the gentlemen in black himself." Jack joined in the laugh.